Emo boy

Jon and I have been friends forever, well ever since his mom and dad were murdered when he was younger. Ever since then he has wore black listened to emo music and right meaning-less words on the walls of his room. One night Jon and I were watching TV when he looked over at me just starring “What?” I asked knowing all I would get was a head nod or a shoulder shrug. He shook his head no, “No what?” he pointed to the TV as he stood up and ran upstairs. I sighed this happening all the time now I turned the TV off and went upstairs to his room…I guess he was not thinking I would come up…alright I never do but that night I felt I had to, that’s when I saw him sitting there on his bed his 9” cock out as he slid his hand up and down it as fast as he could grunting along to his hand. “What the fuck are you doing?!” I yelled as he jumped up grabbing a pillow covering him self his black hair falling in front of one of his eyes. He took a deep breath sinking down the wall behind him as he held the pillow tight. I walked over to him slowly careful of what I say, “Its ok” I whispered “Everyone does it at one point in their life” I ran my hand threw his hair as his lips parted like we was going to speak. I do not know what got into me as I saw him doing this but I leaned in kissing him softly sliding my tongue into his mouth…